i hold him by his neck, kiss him for the last time on his lips and then gently cast him into the puddle near the table. i watch him dabble and frolick happily with the other swans. he then gets trodden on by a passer-by. his neck spurts tobacco and he dies. i get sad and light another swan.
a new favorite for photography and charming prose.
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